’ They stepped into the cold November night, and Park scanned the long line of cars at the curb for Angela’s SUV. No sign of it. That’s weird, h... thought. He walked a little farther and reached for his phone. A dozen congratulatory text messages – most from Wasserman, his agent – announced themselves with a chime. Before he could swipe to Angela’s number, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. ‘Park City stud man,’ she said. ‘What a fuckin’ catch!’ He turned around more slowly than he. "See you when you get back," she had told him. Now he was sitting at the Laundromat, perplexed at how the past two days had played out. Jan had told Chuck that the officers under their command would have to get used to seeing her holding his hand. That didn't conform to the theory he had organized in his mind.To him, this was just another of Jan's experiments. She had used him as a guinea pig to see if she could stand to be held or touched intimately. He had begun to wonder how far Jan's plan. The issue at hand was seldom far from the front."What do you want me to do?" she asked. "Forgive you?" Yes. But I see that isn't going to come easy," he replied."Years," she said. "It will take years to rebuild what you have destroyed." Then what?" he pleaded. "What will put us back together?" I don't know," she said in her superiority. "I just don't know yet."He bided his time with her, waiting for her to formulate an answer. "You're angry," he offered."You're damned right," she flared. "I. As she had a bottle of water on her hand bag i took the first attempt to touch her resting my hand on her thigh while taking the bottle of water. She noticed that and she said, ” why are you in a hurry? “. I just laughed and widened my eyes to say that she is really hot. She just smiled back and covered her thighs with her bag.I didn’t waste more of my time and kept my hand on her thighs over her black knee long skirt feeling her perfectly shaped thigh. The stretching fabric of her skirt.